White horses live in the ocean. They were once able to walk on land and still try but each time one pushes toward the shore the tides pull it back under the rip curl. Each hoof beat reaches towards the sand closer than the former as the tide draws up close to the craggy grey rock cliffs. They fell many years back. Fell off the ark built by Noah to escape the floods. 2 white horses the only ones of their kind thrown overboard by a rogue wave. You can sometimes hear their whinnies in the dark of night as the full moon rises high over the deep blue depths of the waters and the clouds clear from the skies. They scream as they crash against the rocks calling out for help and trying to break free from the hold the ocean has upon them. Relentless they bray and gallop towards the waters edge kicking up the salty spray and moving pebbles from one bay to the next. Some days they are quiet waiting thinking resting. Other days they rage with the storm pushing fighting shouting. They will never stop though. Not until they can run free on land once more. But if you look carefully you can see them in the sea foam seaweed tangled between their manes. You can see them in history books with beautiful long horns and sometimes even wings though the wings never were and the horns much longer and more like the tusks of an elephant or rhino. So next time you go to the seaside look out towards the water and see if you can spot them. The white horses of the water.